Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.